In Plain Sight

Struggles everywhere 

this life is a puzzle            

Breathing but never achieving

fiending and always scheming

holding back a lot of emotion

not really a free right      

although I squeeze this pen tight 

I grip what I feel even tighter

dont write what I feel 

and still keep it real

and although I have the right 

to write

I dont feel its always right  

repititon in the words

with all diffrent meanings

dont read between the lines

just re-read what you're reading 

 

                                                   

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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